Day 162 – A gentleman’s choice and a bare foot brazen hussy
Yesterday while I was spending enough money to put England out of recession forever, it was a hard job but someone must step in to stop all this mental health cut back crap and so I was happy to help.
On a more serious note though, what is going on with these cut backs, do they not realise the less they spend on services to make people well, ie counselling, recruiting qualified psychiatrists and counsellors to the country the more people will be depressed and will stay as such for longer.
Do they have no vision, can they not see the dangers of these sorts of cut backs – can they not see the rope from the trees? The iller people get the more likley it is that they will be unable to work, maybe for a day or maybe for a week but in some cases and where treatment options are limited to pop a pill or get the hell out my office then the more thye government will find itself spending on health benefits and in time JSA. It is a travesty and will have consequences that are emotive as they will be expensive.
As I was saying prior to rant while I was shopping the boy who insisted on coming with me even though I did not want him to started having a bit of a paddy. I asked him if he would like a drink, a cigarette or to just leave me the hell alone so I could shop in peace without him trailing me like a sulking child but he insisted on staying at my side. After I had made my escape to the YSL counter to gaze in wonder at all the pretty colours I finally lost him. Later he discovered me by the bags but by then he had a bag in hand and insisted he had been unable to buy me the dress he had promised me. It was in the sale and so beautiful I cried because I wanted it so much but knew I could not buy it without undoing half a years worth of good works and trying to avoid such excesses of consumerism.
When he said he would buy it for me it is sad to admit but I was so happy that I nearly cried all over again, hmmm. Perhaps I might be a little emotive at the moment, ah well never mind. Therefore when he returned with no dress I was a little cross but sucked it up went off to meet my friends and had a bath and an early night later on to avoid getting into a pointless and diva style tantrum over the matter.
Today though the dress was discovered among my other bits. I could have killed him because though I was surprised it wasn’t a nice surprise but a why the hell would you want me to be upset kind of surprise. As we were off to see his parents who I love again I let it lie as I didn’t want to ruin what was to be a better day than before but i was so frustrated that we argued all journey anyway over directions.
The trouble when you are in a long distance relatiolnship is that you have to make the most of your time together as you don’t have that much of it. Equally though it means that normal tiffs often do not have a chance to be resolved as all too quickly your leaving and though you try to make up the last thing you want to do is kiss the person goodbye. In a normal relationship come the next morning after the dust had settled things could be joked over, resolved through taking the mick out of each other and having a cuddle. For us though we argue and then we are gone, its leaving me low and I don’t know what to do about it so I go to the pub, get a bit tipsy with the girls and because my feet are about to scream walk home in tighted feet as we can not find ourselves a taxi. It is fun but I am worried that tonight’s single ljfe style of no care and no drama might be a sign of what is to come. Arguing sucks but so does sore feet. I am lost and so too have England or should I say four?
- The dress is from Warehouse in John Leis currently in the sale. The pictures are taken with the cooperation of a real life heron from the Birmingham NEC garden show.
